Handmade Essence

At candlelight

I've left the Buried Town

My father has no might

To keep me down

Some foreign scents

Infesting clammy shade

Induce me to repent

Of my gambade

I'm not a creature - I'm a doll...

...With cold synthetic heart

I'm not a living thing at all...

...You're just a "piece of art"

I've got a gear instead of soul

Within a bulb I have a matter that can feel

The bitter truth that strikes me with dismay

Mechanic system, which supposed to be ideal

I'm just an ugly brat of lab assay

I'm not a creature - I'm a doll...

...With cold synthetic heart

I'm not a living thing at all...

...You're just a "piece of art"

I've got a gear instead of soul